Jiang Ningshu's Final Move

"Enemy attack!"

The Grand Priest soared toward the North Heavenly Gate, his head tilted back. Naturally, the others sought to stop him.

From a distance, his approach was unmistakable, and attacks rained down upon him.

Yet, even the ferocious force of Su Luo couldn’t halt the Grand Priest’s momentum. Despite the barrage of strikes, his speed never faltered.

The attacks weren’t mere tickles either. Though no one understood why the Grand Priest had charged in alone, they couldn’t allow him to breach the North Heavenly Gate.

Under the relentless assault, the Grand Priest felt the situation worsening.

He couldn’t even retaliate—how infuriating.

"Damn it, we can’t stop him!"

"Think of something fast! His advance isn’t normal!"

"Keep attacking!"

Boom!

The Grand Priest crashed straight through the North Heavenly Gate, blasting a massive hole in its structure and continuing his unstoppable advance.

Panic spread among the defenders. Their strongest warriors were outside, holding back the beast tide. Now, a powerful beast had broken through—this was disastrous.

Yet the Grand Priest felt even worse. His body, still mid-flight, collided with something unseen, dealing another devastating blow. His consciousness wavered once more.

Truthfully, his mind had been hazy from the start. He barely understood his own condition, let alone the chaos around him.

After demolishing a row of chambers, the Grand Priest finally came to a stop.

Unsurprisingly, he had landed right where Lin Xuan was recuperating.

Lin Xuan and the others were stunned. Had the enemy already broken through?

But something felt off.

"The Grand Priest!"

"Why is he here?"

"Enough talk—kill him now!"

Some already raised their weapons, but their strikes were futile. Even in his dazed state, the Grand Priest’s physical resilience far surpassed what these ordinary cultivators could harm.

Powerful beasts always had formidable bodies.

Before long, the Grand Priest regained a sliver of awareness, feeling the feeble attacks around him like irritating tickles.

"Where… is this?"

He glanced around, disoriented. From being sent flying until now, his mind had been too clouded to track his path.

He ignored the surrounding strikes—they were nothing compared to Su Luo’s earlier blow.

Soon, he recognized his location.

The rear of the North Heavenly Gate. He had somehow ended up here.

Honestly, the Grand Priest sensed danger—but also opportunity.

Perhaps he could dismantle the North Heavenly Gate from within and slaughter to his heart’s content.

And from the looks of it, the people here weren’t particularly strong.

The Grand Priest prepared to strike. He wouldn’t just sit idle and let others attack him.

"Fall back!"

Lin Xuan shouted, driving a fist into the Grand Priest’s body and forcibly interrupting his spellcasting. He then urgently urged the others, "Get out of here! I’ll handle him."

Lin Xuan knew the rest lacked the strength to face this foe. Staying would only mean pointless deaths.

Swiftly, the others scattered. They knew Lin Xuan was right—the moment the Grand Priest stirred, they realized this beastman was beyond their capabilities.

The Grand Priest abandoned his plan. Crumbling the North Heavenly Gate from within? Not worth it. Right now, escape was the priority.

"Blood Blades!"

The Grand Priest unleashed a close-range spell, crimson blades erupting from his body in all directions. Lin Xuan blocked and retreated to create distance.

Under normal circumstances, the Grand Priest would have pressed the attack. But now, he faltered.

The lingering effects of Su Luo’s strike still weighed on him. Even now, he hadn’t fully recovered.

The Grand Priest was shocked. Just a few exchanges with that man had left him severely wounded.

How terrifying. It almost felt like even the supreme Beast Lord wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

No—no! The Beast Lord was invincible! No one could defeat him. The Grand Priest clung fiercely to that belief.

Seeing the Grand Priest’s distraction, Lin Xuan intensified his assault.

"Distracted in battle? You dare look down on me?"

"Hmph. What if I do?"

The Grand Priest’s bravado was just talk. He didn’t underestimate Lin Xuan in the slightest—he knew of him, the human genius who had repeatedly foiled his schemes.

But now, even dealing with Lin Xuan alone was a struggle. Still, he refused to sound weak.

Both were heavily injured, though Lin Xuan was in slightly better shape. Yet the Grand Priest remained formidable, his techniques laced with eerie effects.

"I’ll join you." Elder Yan, who had been observing, couldn’t just stand by. He entered the fray.

Now, master and disciple fought the Grand Priest together.

The Grand Priest immediately felt the pressure. Against Lin Xuan alone, he could hold his own. But with Elder Yan added to the mix, his only thought was escape.

Why was there another powerhouse here? Shouldn’t all the strong ones be outside fighting the beast tide?

Without his beast allies to support him, facing two opponents alone was too much.

No—he had to flee. Now.

"Gale Sprint!"

In a flash, the Grand Priest bolted forward.

Lin Xuan and Elder Yan reacted instantly. Elder Yan propelled Lin Xuan forward with a burst of energy, and Lin Xuan, moving at blinding speed, intercepted the Grand Priest.

Their coordination was seamless—after all, they had once shared the same body.

After cutting off the Grand Priest’s escape, Lin Xuan swiftly entangled him, allowing Elder Yan to catch up and resume the encirclement.

There was no way out.

The Grand Priest began burning his life force—even if it killed him, he would break free.

But against the combined efforts of master and disciple, even that proved difficult.

......

Meanwhile, the battle between Jiang Ningshu and the Beast Lord reached its climax.

Under normal circumstances, their duel could have lasted an entire day.

But Jiang Ningshu had gone all-out from the start, maintaining an unrelenting offensive. Half a day was enough.

Now, the Beast Lord held a slight advantage.

"What a pity. Your attacks are strong—but I am stronger."

The Beast Lord’s wounds were slowly healing. Though severe, they remained within tolerable limits.

Victory was within reach.

The Beast Lord believed the next exchange would decide everything—and the winner would be him.

Jiang Ningshu bore injuries as well, though lighter. The real issue was her dwindling stamina.

Silent, she drove her sword into the ground.

A terrifying pressure erupted once more.

A black vortex formed beneath her feet, while the sky darkened with demonic energy, swirling toward the vortex below.

"To still possess such power at this stage… Impressive." The Beast Lord descended from the air, landing heavily with his arms crossed.

Behind him, the phantom of a monstrous beast materialized, roaring furiously.

With each roar, the phantom expanded.

The auras of Jiang Ningshu and the Beast Lord once again drew the attention of the entire battlefield.

Every human and beast seemed to sense it—this clash would decide everything.

As their energies collided with increasing intensity, some combatants paused, eager to witness this pivotal moment.

In their eyes, whoever emerged victorious would determine the fate of the war.